IN THE DARKTIME STAMP wrote: //Location: Downtown Puyallup/Seattle Metroplex/UCAS
//Time: <1146:30/2075-01-18> Combat round OVER
//Weather: <Heavy Overcast, Light Snow, 1C, Wind N 8kph, feels like -6C>
//Air Quality: <Monthly Average: Moderate (Yellow), Precipitation pH 2.6>
Life in the shadows is dangerous. It's a common phrase: used in media, by corporate zombies, in advertising, but only by actual criminals in their most cynical moments. Waking up, feeling groggy and drugged, maybe even ensorcelled, and most certainly cut off from the world, Death Otter is pretty sure she is actually alive. The room, chamber, jail, catacomb, cave or whatever dark dark dark location is completely cut off from the outside world. There is no sound. The air feels warm, but not hot or cool, and it is dead still. Cut off. She realizes she is cut off from everything. Everything.
Oddly though, Death Otter can feel all her gear in place. She is also physically unharmed.
But she is cut off. Nothing can connect. No signals. Deader than dead. No Matrix.
Using one of her devices with a screen and the low-light enhancements, Death Otter can get a sense of the room: four walls, a floor, a ceiling, no windows, and maybe a door. The walls are covered in a soft flexible and very sound absorbent material. The ceiling is probably the same. The floor is less squishy, but still cushioned. There is no handle or window or hinges, but a roughly 800cm x 1800cm rectangle is described by the seam, probably the door.
Suddenly, there is loud bass heavy KRRRCHUNK followed by a sharper click coming from the "door".
INSIDE OF A SUSPICIOUS SCONE FACTORY WITH DANGER WRITTEN ALL OVER IT
Both Wraith and Bushwack feel a boom and hear a bass heavy KRRRCHUNK echo up the elevator shaft. The lights flicker for a moment in the office. Emergency lights go on. No alarms sound though, despite the flashing strobes.
OUTSIDE OF A SUSPICIOUS SCONE FACTORY WITH DANGER WRITTEN ALL OVER IT
Stygge and Shrike hear a distant, perhaps underground, explosion. The lights visible inside the office building flicker and are replaced by emergency strobes.
The chip-head/truckers/drones/riggers/whatevers pause for a moment with a look of utter confusion. But about the time the lights come back up, their previous non-expression returns and they keep moving with purpose.